Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.